The Romance of a Sma

He wore a short, blue tunic and a white robe. Though made of cloth, it was neatly arranged and looked refreshingly clean. Beads of sweat had already gathered on his forehead, and his face flushed red.,Li Wangyou was stunned for a moment, pondering what this thing was.,After the sound of the sharp numbers, Su Changqing suddenly reacted, hurriedly clasped his hands in front of him, and looked at the red-clothed young man sitting in the bath tub with fear.。